#mournedme

waving the smell of smoke from her face, blair glares at the girl standing near her in the VIP section, too close for her liking. why had she let parker convince her that meeting up here was a good idea? dressed in that little silver miniskirt her mother hated, the black leather boots that made her invincible... she's here to REMIND a certain someone of what was missing when they were back in the clutches of new york city, a place he so rarely seemed to step as of late, didn't he...

BASTARD. he'd pay for that.

they only see each other in GLIMPSES, when he's coming off stage for a sip of water, when changing outfits, the set is shifting. back here, everything is alive in a way that those in the crowd remained blissfully unaware of, blair chewing on the inside of her cheek, posing carefully whenever he looked her way. life's a movie, after all, and she's the fucking star. as he's curtains down, encore wrapped, she's been patient, hasn't she? waiting there until he's passing by, her arm snaking out to grasp onto his, yanking him closer into a kiss that she bruises almost angrily against his mouth. can he feel the frown there? the pout? oh she isn't made for this rock star life, no, not when she roosted so comfortably in the upper east side.

"Hey, I may be a damsel but I-" A pause, realization smoothing out the lines in her face. Her arms fold while mild embarrassment filters to the surface of her cheeks in the form of red. It matches the blood on his face. "-well... I guess I was in distress. Scratch that." Brown locks flitter outwards as she shakes her head to dismiss her own train of thought. It disperses on the wind of her movement.

"Look, I'm not as helpless as I may seem, okay?" Was Violet trying to convince him or herself? The makings of a smile flirt with the corners of her lips, but she swallows it down. For now. She's still in the process of figuring him out. He could be just as dangerous as the man he'd saved her from for all she knows, though something in the soft glint of his eyes suggested otherwise.

"Really leaning into the hero bit here, huh?" Eyes flicker skyward with a playful eyeroll from where she'd come to rest against a wall in observation of him. A smile finally breaches her surface. "And they say chivalry is dead."

"Fine. Fine, but if you insist on being my protector for the evening, the least you can do is let me play nurse. I'm the reason you got hurt in the first place." Her hand extends as a gentle fist, but her pinkie creeps outward in an offering of acceptance. A promise. "Deal? I'll be gentle, I swear."

STRETCH...! what time is it?

the apartment shades itself in purples and darks. eyes adjusting, furniture appearing, wobbling in the dark as she tried to pick out, this, that, the time, girl, the time. oh, was she late? so awfully late? or was there some new adventure she'd managed to tangle herself up within? looking for the glowing dials somewhere in the dark. she sees them, up, up! the couch she's on GROANS beneath her, giving a hint as to its aging status.

SHE KNOWS WHERE SHE IS. where she always comes running when it thunders and pours and the rain comes down like cats and dogs and everyone caught in it, running about, like white rabbits made late for their sitting with the queen of hearts.

well. she always did have an OVERACTIVE imagination, didn't she.

1:52 am burns into front of the oven, which she can make out now as she flops back onto. brian's couch. he's late again. another job. working hard, big bro, he's doing his best, isn't he? drowning, flailing! yeah, well they all were. the light beneath the doorway cutting beneath the cheap, dim lighting that flickered even from here, alice poised, alert, until it opens to a FAMILIAR FACE, her own easing into a grin as she sat up right, arms up, she's already slinking into the cold that bites off of his clothes from the outside. "where were you?" as if she weren't the uninvited guest. "i was waiting!"

ASKBOX FUNTIME !

It wasn't EASY for someone to make their way so seamlessly into Jennifer's mind and life, usually she ATTEMPTED to have higher walls than that. Yet now she couldn't help but have a GLOW to her the moment that Parker came through the door, much like the moment at hand. She had snuck into his place, waited for him to come home eagerly to be met with the same matched energy.

It wouldn't shock ANYONE if Jennifer told them that Halloween was her favorite holiday. Dressed up in corset and jewelry donned to look like DRIPPING blood, anyone would be able to pick up on the fact she had an adoration for melodramatics and appearances. That didn't stop the way her features looked almost like marble, STOIC and ICY as usual as she glanced around the party at hand. Truthfully, moments like these put her at peace. She liked the way all the noise made that in her head die down a bit.

A pair of eyes on her caused that moment of gazing over the party to stop, focused flipped towards him. Head tilted slightly to the side as she glanced him over before she took a sip from the glass between her fingers.

ㅤㅤstill, she felt bad. " what — you're not freaked out that you've been fucking a dead girl? " crude words are accompanied by a weirdly apologetic smile, clearly a little out of her depths with this kind of conversation. the only people she'd told were the guys she'd fucked on her night-out's every halloween, but they thought she'd just been seriously into LARPing her halloween costume.

ㅤㅤ" i dunno, actually. if you should be scared, i mean. i haven't done anything bad yet, have i? " other than be psychopathically jealous of his fame. she moves to sit on the edge of his bed, wearing one of his jerseys that practically swallowed her whole. the most colour she'd worn in years.

ㅤㅤ" well, what do you want to understand? it's the reason i can't come to your games, so you can stop guilt tripping me about that now. "